A train’s piercing whistle rents the air.The city’s early vibrations awakens the pavement fromits asphalt amnesia.Scenes of struggle and survival played out inches from thesurface of pulsing humanity.This is the day your soul gets date stamped. There is no othermachinery left inside you.A frayed landscape without illusion or pretense.

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